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Hi, I’m Justine. My husband and I live with out three girls in Malawi, Africa where we work in discipleship and development. I write about the small things that make up our days, and you will often find references to birth and the enneagram hidden throughout. I’m a rhyme addict, and my biggest lessons of parenthood and cross-cultural life often are articulated best in poetry.

Embrace: A word for the year

Americans. We are hard to generalize in one statement, because we are diverse. However, generally overseas, we are known to be loud, and vocal with our opinions. We are very expressive with our emotions, and we really like to give hugs. Before moving overseas, I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this can make other cultures feel, particular…

Missionary Feet

My daughter, like many others, loves to put on my shoes. Strangely my sturdy Tevas are not as picturesque as a pair of heels. The first time she tried them on, my pulse quickened with concern. My shoes are with me everywhere. The street. The dirt. Drop toilets. Everywhere. And in wanting to be like…

“See you laters” and Sacred Space

This was my eighth time re-entering American culture for a short period of time, five of those occurring during the five years in which I have lived overseas – which means five of these trips I arrived on American soil recognizing that I would soon be leaving it again. Each time I have felt differently,…

Thoughts on Mother’s Day

My first mother’s day was the worst. I was completely loved by my selfless husband and perfect newborn daughter, and my own mother had even traveled around the world to be a mom to me as a I became one. But I was sick, and I didn’t know it. I was exhausted, and couldn’t sleep.…

The Market

Food movies make me want to move to France. By and large these movies include French words, French cuisine, and an overall love for everything French. Since our daughter’s name is  French, this would be a natural move – supposing we could find a small town such as the one in A hundred foot journey…

On Death, Life and a New Year

Over the Christmas holiday, we traveled to Uganda. In Kampala, Ryan was able to see a movie in a theatre for the first time in a year, along with his brother and our travel companions. Amelie and I stayed at the guesthouse, as it was a late night event and we didn’t think that “The…

October 11: The International Day of the Girl Child, and why I care

We all thought it was obvious. Something was clearly visible between two blurry black and white legs on the screen. It was the first time we’d seen this growing human; the first time we laid on this small growing body that was moving inside of me before I could feel it. But, at sixteen weeks,…

Finding space to create in a garlic clove

Malawian garlic is small. Very small. When a recipe calls for one clove of garlic, I use four. Chop off the small end, and carefully peel back shell to reveal tender, pungent flesh. Until two months ago, I was helpless in the kitchen. Kitchen wisdom from my resourceful mother, and tips from my creative-in-the-kitchen sister-in-law,…

Malaria: A global issue becomes personal

We couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours. Waking up in the middle of the night has become a pattern in these last few weeks of pregnancy – each time a reminder that life is growing, coming soon. This time, there was shaking. It was like an earthquake, and I relaxed until…

Language lessons in humility

If you’ve ever wanted a practice in humility, try learning another language. Language blunders provide ample opportunity for both sublime entertainment and profuse apologies. For example, Ryan and I have been quick to learn that the word meaning “to plan or prepare” sounds very similar to the word used to describe relieving oneself. Thankfully Ryan…

4 Things To Consider Before Taking Off Your Lens Cap

I remember opening up the box. It was a gift received in celebration of the completion of my college education – a right of passage, in a way – my very own Canon DSLR. I remember words spoken around me as I opened it up –  I was to photograph what I saw in my…

Walking large

 We have gotten in the habit of taking a daily walk around Namikango, weather permitting. If red-caked mud doesn’t cling to our shoes, it’s into the forest we go – through trees covering carpets of green life, past tall maize which must be near ready to harvest. We walk past the maternity clinic, greeted by…

Plumerias and Cooking Fat

First-time visitors are reliable to come up with observation statements, often comparing things that seem similar to the way they are at “home.” The clothing, the coca-cola, car companies and brand names. Isn’t it interesting that while we may love taking in the “newness” of things around us, our sight is drawn to what we…

Why Malawi?

“When did you know you were called to missions?” I have often had people ask. Rather than share about a voice from above experience, I share about people that have influenced my understanding of Jesus over the years. Of a college education that left me convinced that because I follow Jesus, I want to be…

Work: Alleviating poverty and the danger of false identity

Idleness is debilitating. Father, husband, shows up at a construction site, waiting for the day’s assignment. No work for the day, he wanders back into the streets, unable to provide for his family that day. What options does that leave? Targeting items of the wealthier, gang involvement, alcoholism and more. Of course, this is not…

Dinner table conversations: The heritage of our food

How has a month passed without a new post? This month, I can tell you exactly how. 7,000 driven miles, at least 8 audio-books completed, (Our favorite activity during long drives), surprise visits and long-awaited reunions, farewells and see-you-laters, meeting new friends (and new family members!), and lots and lots of food. Most recently, we…

Five minutes away

These days, I struggle with time. Perhaps it’s “Africa Time,” that isn’t easily shaken. Time is governed by relationships, not by a schedule. Today I noticed something more. By simply being in California, I feel like I am five minutes away from anything. We are in the same time zone, and Orange County isn’t as…

Open-ended stories

Several friends have recently returned from short-term trips to Kenya. This time, I get to hear them from the other side. It is good to hear things moving on, changing, growing. A few weeks ago I was able to connect with friend-turned-sister, who I worked and lived with in Kenya. We remarked that the world…

Please remember us

“Please remember us.” I cannot count the good-byes I have shared in the last three years. Whether dear friends leaving after some time, or new friends leaving after a week, it is another part of the “normal” of life overseas. Over time, it becomes a choice to continue saying “hello,” when you know you will…

On seeing the crowd…

I’ve never noticed the crowd before. “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven…”  Now, THAT I’ve read again and again. I’ve imagined it, a peaceful scene. Jesus, on the top of a rocky hill, in the middle of green grass swaying as a  light breeze carries his words to…

Blue Cotton Shorts

Kenyan pupils can be incredible listeners. (I learned a few years ago, that in Kenya a “pupil” is called so when they are between nursery class to grade 8, and a “student” is one who is in Secondary School – Form one to form four.) Many a foreign visitor has remarked on how well behaved…

Learning to Trust: Reflections on the death of Brennan Manning

“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you. Abide in my love.” – John 15:9 During my first season in Kenya, I wrote it on a notecard and stuck it on the bathroom mirror in the room where I lived in the Ham’s house. I recited it to myself, memorized it to…

Grocery Store on a Good Friday

She walked past the butchery section as I turned the corner. Smelling of tobacco, he followed as they picked up groceries. I pushed my cart in between them to get to the milk. Picking up what I needed, I continued to the fruit aisle, very conscious of their interaction – trying not to stare. She, a…

Special Needs Olympics and the joy of certficates

When Ryan and I got married, we had to sort through all of our things. This can be a challenge no matter where you are living. Who knew we collectively had so much STUFF – much of it with no value other than sentiment. So, when you are planning to move overseas, much of that…

Marriage, Mold and Home Decor

When you are engaged, conversation is all about the wedding. Colors and decor, decisions and dresses- are all part of the joyous anticipation before the big day! For Ryan and I, the conversations sped up and lasted a total of two months. (A wonderful decision, I might add!) And in the weeks following, to my…

On short-term teams: Where are we going?

In December, we hosted our first humanitarian group. It was interesting to observe the differences from faith based trip that our halls our normally filled with. In many ways they are the same. Professionals committed to providing quality care. Compassionate individuals working for free – even raising money to be able to provide this care…

Most Enjoyable Reads of 2012

I [Ryan] have somehow found myself in the fortunate position of having read 78 books during the year of 2012. This short list is what I deem to be the ‘top 13 most worthwhile reads’. And same for Justine’s top 5 list below. Let us know if you have any book suggestions for the year…

Waiting

There are many ways to wait. The type of waiting can be determined by what we are waiting for. Last week, 16 mobile dental units were set up in the church hall, and the gates were opened. We began with the students, but word soon got out. There was a dental clinic in town, and…

Meeting Faith and Something New

The floor was immaculate by comparison, and lined with a thick patterned plastic design, similar to wallpaper or drawer liner. Blue flowers dotted the ground, and met lace fabric that covered the stack of belongings in the corner. In front of me, a waist high cabinet held pots, pans and other items necessary for daily…

There and back again: A Hayes Tale

Today, we returned to work. A few days of rest on the coast, a day to unpack, and a day to jump back into the full Kenyan swing. Our first day back was a reminder that every day in Kenya is an adventure. Perhaps we are just more aware of how out of control we…

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